"The marriage is at Your Highness' command, of course," Yan Huaijing denoted with a light smile on his face without any change in his expression. He curved his thin lips into an elegant smiley arc. Under the lights of the lanterns, he looked as handsome as a deity.

Although Wei Qiufu disdained the woman in Yan Huaijing's arms, she had to react according to the Crown Prince's order. Reluctantly, she marched forward and extended her hands, wanting to take Wei Yuewu's hand, ...